Call Home

I am easily forgiven somehow Being let off for living A lie, a lie And it works I'm sorry You can't touch me I'm untouchable You could sit madly Over the blood drawn How am I guilty When you drew the short straw Things will end badly If you don't call home Been left with a choice and I can't tell right from wrong There's a place in the system for you Isolated from spreading Your influence If it hurts I'm sorry I have trouble Knowing when to stop You could sit madly Over the blood drawn How am I guilty When you drew the short straw Things will end badly If you don't call home Been left with a choice and I can't tell right from wrong You could sit madly Over the blood drawn How am I guilty When you drew the short straw Things will end badly If you don't call home Been left with a choice and I can't tell right from wrong